The Stolen Child
Music Copyright 1990 Stephen Savitzky. CC by-nc-sa/4.0.
	Words: William Butler Yeats
                            For Amethyst Rose

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Am                   Asus2Am
Where dips the rocky highland
   Dm                 Am
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
      Am
There lies a leafy island
      Em              Am
Where flapping herons wake
    Am  Asus2    Em
The drowsy water-rats;
            Dm         Dsus2Dm
There we've hid our faery vats,
        Am
Full of berries
       Em      Am  Asus2  Em
And of reddest stolen cherries


          D5       G   D
    Come away, O human child!
           G          D   A
    To the waters and the wild
           D           Dsus2D
    With a faery, hand in hand,
            Am                   Asus2
    For the world's more full of weeping
         Em           Am
    than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Dm
Weaving olden dances,
                       Am       Em
Mingling hands and mingling glances
                        Am
Till the moon has taken flight;
Dm
To and fro we leap
                 Am     Em
And chase the frothy bubbles,
                               Am
While the world is full of troubles
       Em             Am
And is anxious in its sleep.


    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping
    than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes 
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
   Dm
We seek for slumbering trout
    Am                  Em
And whispering in their ears
                  Am
Give them unquiet dreams;
Dm
Leaning softly out
     Am                    Em
From ferns that drop their tears
         Am
Over the young streams.


    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping
    than you can understand.

Am
Away with us he's going,
       Dsus2Dm
The solemn-eyed:
      Am
He'll hear no more the lowing
       Em                     Am
Of the calves on the warm hillside
       Dm
Or the kettle on the hob
     Am         Em
Sing peace into his breast,
                      Am
Or see the brown mice bob
          Em                Am
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.


    For he comes, the human child,
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    From a world more full of weeping
    than he can understand.

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